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smallfandomflshTitle: Mistletoe Danger
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Special Unit 2
Character/Pairing: Nick/Kate, one-sided Carl/Kate
Rating: PG-13/T
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smallfandomflsh #163: Blarney
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,124
Date Written: 12 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She edges carefully into the office, frowning when she sees who's at the desk. "What are you doing on the Captain's desk, Carl?" she demands from the messy Gnome who's got his feet kicked up on top of the Captain's paperwork. Mud is pooling onto the papers, and she knows the Captain is, rightfully, going to have a fit when he returns.
"Didn't get the memo, babe?" he retorts, deepening Kate's frown.
"What memo?" she demands.
"Where I got promoted. I'm the leader now."
"Psh. Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes.
"It's true," insists the dirty, little Gnome. He waggles his bushy, blonde eyebrows at her. "I made the Mayor's wife very happy last night, and she rewarded me for it. I could do the same for you, honey."
"In your dreams."
"So is that bag for me?"
"No. It's for the Captain."
"I am the Captain now, babe."
"That's bullsh--" she starts to say but suddenly remembers where she is and that she's on duty. She glances quickly out of the office. No one seems to be paying attention to her interaction with the Gnome, but there's a child not too far away. Kate recognizes her as a regular pickpocket, but she's still just a kid. " -- blarney," she concludes with the first word that comes to her mind. She turns to leave, but Carl pulls a string. The door shuts in her face.
"Kate, Kate, Kate," he almost chants her name. "You know better than that. I'm a Gnome, not a Leprechaun." He shakes his shaggy head. "I could have made you so happy so much more easily, but you have to be a hard case, don'tcha?" She hears the triumphant grin in his voice. "I got you in my trap now, though."
"Trap? What trap?" She whirls back around, eyes suddenly wary and darting over the office in search of an explanation. Slowly, her eyes follow his up to the ceiling, and she blanches as his grin broadens.
"Gotcha, babe," he declares.
She marches back to the desk, not bothering to try the door, and reaches toward him. "Carl," she queries softly, huskily, "you know what you are?" She lifts a newspaper off the desk, but Carl doesn't notice that she begins to roll it up.
"Yeah, I do, but you go ahead, babe. Tell me how wonderful I am."
"I'll tell you how wonderful you are, all right -- " She starts, but just then, the door opens. "Captain -- " She turns toward the door, but it's not the Captain entering. It's at that precise moment that Carl launches his attack, springing up out of his chair, across the desk, and onto Kate's shoulder.
A fist plows into his face, knocking him away from her, as the other hand grabs Kate's which is still holding the newspaper. His fingers flatten hers, causing her to drop the paper, as his lips descend upon her unexpecting mouth. She starts to squirm at first, but the taste of his lips against hers is so sweet that, despite her reserves, she pauses.
That single pause is all he needs. His tongue slides pass her lips to dip into her mouth. He teases her teeth for a breath of a second in which he breathes into her mouth before deepening their kiss. His left hand still holds hers while his right presses into the small of her back, bringing him closer against his hard body.
Carl's fussing, but both officers can barely hear the Gnome's foul language. They're too lost in each other to really notice him even as Nick spins Kate out of the office and away from the mistletoe that covers every inch of the ceiling. Even when she's out of danger of the mistletoe attack, he's loathe to relinquish her. His lips stay over hers, his tongue sliding against hers, his fingers pressing heatedly into her tender flesh. She's kissing him back now, her surprised eyes fluttered closed, and her breasts pushing up against his chest.
Thoughts of what he's been wanting to do to her for years spin delightfully through Nick's head. He's moments away from attempting one of the few daydreams he can make take place safely in public when a bellow sends them splitting apart. "CARL!" the Captain roars, furious.
Their mouths are torn away from each other now, but Nick's arm is still around Kate, still dipping her back. Her eyes are wide open again, but she can't quite find any anger for him not now, not any more, not when she still feels the ghost of his lips so heatedly and sweetly pressing against her own. Carl yelps; the Captain roars. The officers blush but relinquish their hold on each other.
Still, Kate's eyes drift back to Nick, and she can't help the big smile on her face. Finally, she's looking forward to Christmas and to the office party and to every other moment spent with him. She wonders if she can catch him underneath the mistletoe, but she knows, too, she doesn't have to have mistletoe to make Nick kiss her again. All she has to do is make the suggestion. All she really has to do is let him, and that thought is more toxic to her mind than any deadly, little plant.
Nick smiles back, dark eyes twinkling, but the whole room is full of cops and paroles alike who are watching them. Kate feels the pressure of their stares, and as her partner winks at her, she hits him with the newspaper. "Dog."
He winks again, his broad grin making her cheeks flush once more. "You know it, babe," he admits, and though she looks shyly away now that others are watching and she's aware once more of her surroundings, Kate still can't help but to think how much she wants more of the tongue of that certain dog. Maybe this Christmas, maybe next, maybe one day or night soon . . . She wants more of him. She needs more of him. But not here in front of the rest of the force. "Let's find some perp's ass to kick."
Nick's gaze sparkles more than a thousand Christmas tree lights, but she doesn't dare face his sweet eyes or broad smile again right now. She knows if she does, she'll lose it for sure and go right back to kissing him, the whole station be damned. "Whatever the lady wants," he replies softly, and she does steal another look back at him. She beams in the light of his truthful gaze, knowing he means it. When she's ready, he'll be ready, and together, they'll make all their Christmas wishes come true -- just not here in front of the other officers. She smiles and leads the way.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Special Unit 2
Character/Pairing: Nick/Kate, one-sided Carl/Kate
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:
smallfandomflsh #163: BlarneyWarning(s): None
Word Count: 1,124
Date Written: 12 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She edges carefully into the office, frowning when she sees who's at the desk. "What are you doing on the Captain's desk, Carl?" she demands from the messy Gnome who's got his feet kicked up on top of the Captain's paperwork. Mud is pooling onto the papers, and she knows the Captain is, rightfully, going to have a fit when he returns.
"Didn't get the memo, babe?" he retorts, deepening Kate's frown.
"What memo?" she demands.
"Where I got promoted. I'm the leader now."
"Psh. Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes.
"It's true," insists the dirty, little Gnome. He waggles his bushy, blonde eyebrows at her. "I made the Mayor's wife very happy last night, and she rewarded me for it. I could do the same for you, honey."
"In your dreams."
"So is that bag for me?"
"No. It's for the Captain."
"I am the Captain now, babe."
"That's bullsh--" she starts to say but suddenly remembers where she is and that she's on duty. She glances quickly out of the office. No one seems to be paying attention to her interaction with the Gnome, but there's a child not too far away. Kate recognizes her as a regular pickpocket, but she's still just a kid. " -- blarney," she concludes with the first word that comes to her mind. She turns to leave, but Carl pulls a string. The door shuts in her face.
"Kate, Kate, Kate," he almost chants her name. "You know better than that. I'm a Gnome, not a Leprechaun." He shakes his shaggy head. "I could have made you so happy so much more easily, but you have to be a hard case, don'tcha?" She hears the triumphant grin in his voice. "I got you in my trap now, though."
"Trap? What trap?" She whirls back around, eyes suddenly wary and darting over the office in search of an explanation. Slowly, her eyes follow his up to the ceiling, and she blanches as his grin broadens.
"Gotcha, babe," he declares.
She marches back to the desk, not bothering to try the door, and reaches toward him. "Carl," she queries softly, huskily, "you know what you are?" She lifts a newspaper off the desk, but Carl doesn't notice that she begins to roll it up.
"Yeah, I do, but you go ahead, babe. Tell me how wonderful I am."
"I'll tell you how wonderful you are, all right -- " She starts, but just then, the door opens. "Captain -- " She turns toward the door, but it's not the Captain entering. It's at that precise moment that Carl launches his attack, springing up out of his chair, across the desk, and onto Kate's shoulder.
A fist plows into his face, knocking him away from her, as the other hand grabs Kate's which is still holding the newspaper. His fingers flatten hers, causing her to drop the paper, as his lips descend upon her unexpecting mouth. She starts to squirm at first, but the taste of his lips against hers is so sweet that, despite her reserves, she pauses.
That single pause is all he needs. His tongue slides pass her lips to dip into her mouth. He teases her teeth for a breath of a second in which he breathes into her mouth before deepening their kiss. His left hand still holds hers while his right presses into the small of her back, bringing him closer against his hard body.
Carl's fussing, but both officers can barely hear the Gnome's foul language. They're too lost in each other to really notice him even as Nick spins Kate out of the office and away from the mistletoe that covers every inch of the ceiling. Even when she's out of danger of the mistletoe attack, he's loathe to relinquish her. His lips stay over hers, his tongue sliding against hers, his fingers pressing heatedly into her tender flesh. She's kissing him back now, her surprised eyes fluttered closed, and her breasts pushing up against his chest.
Thoughts of what he's been wanting to do to her for years spin delightfully through Nick's head. He's moments away from attempting one of the few daydreams he can make take place safely in public when a bellow sends them splitting apart. "CARL!" the Captain roars, furious.
Their mouths are torn away from each other now, but Nick's arm is still around Kate, still dipping her back. Her eyes are wide open again, but she can't quite find any anger for him not now, not any more, not when she still feels the ghost of his lips so heatedly and sweetly pressing against her own. Carl yelps; the Captain roars. The officers blush but relinquish their hold on each other.
Still, Kate's eyes drift back to Nick, and she can't help the big smile on her face. Finally, she's looking forward to Christmas and to the office party and to every other moment spent with him. She wonders if she can catch him underneath the mistletoe, but she knows, too, she doesn't have to have mistletoe to make Nick kiss her again. All she has to do is make the suggestion. All she really has to do is let him, and that thought is more toxic to her mind than any deadly, little plant.
Nick smiles back, dark eyes twinkling, but the whole room is full of cops and paroles alike who are watching them. Kate feels the pressure of their stares, and as her partner winks at her, she hits him with the newspaper. "Dog."
He winks again, his broad grin making her cheeks flush once more. "You know it, babe," he admits, and though she looks shyly away now that others are watching and she's aware once more of her surroundings, Kate still can't help but to think how much she wants more of the tongue of that certain dog. Maybe this Christmas, maybe next, maybe one day or night soon . . . She wants more of him. She needs more of him. But not here in front of the rest of the force. "Let's find some perp's ass to kick."
Nick's gaze sparkles more than a thousand Christmas tree lights, but she doesn't dare face his sweet eyes or broad smile again right now. She knows if she does, she'll lose it for sure and go right back to kissing him, the whole station be damned. "Whatever the lady wants," he replies softly, and she does steal another look back at him. She beams in the light of his truthful gaze, knowing he means it. When she's ready, he'll be ready, and together, they'll make all their Christmas wishes come true -- just not here in front of the other officers. She smiles and leads the way.
The End
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